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#i cant wait to see where this goes

infizero · 11 months

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OK i didnt want to have to do this but alas i am just so eepy cause its late and im tired from work and im only halfway thru, and i rlly dont want to experience this when im like half delirious LMAO so. making an executive decision to stop here for right now and then finish it when i wake up tomorrow o7

#its SOOOOO good so far btw. like this episode far surpasses the first one at least in terms of intrigue and horror and stuff #i cant wait to see where this goes #serena.txt

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batfamhyperfixation · 1 year

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Jason: the Batfam member I see most as my brother is Tim

Dick: What!!! That's no fair, I should be your brotherly-ist brother!

Dick: No offense Timmy.

Dick, turning back to Jason: But I am the one who has been your brother longest, I helped you kill that druglord, I even gave you some of my cookie dough last week!

Bruce: uhhh, back to the druglord thing-

Steph: You shared your cookie dough with him!

Jason: Sorry Dick, but there is one thing that makes you brothers more than anything else, not blood, or time, but...

Jason and Tim at the same time: Contempt

Jason: I have contempt for Tim, like all siblings should. Really the only thing I love more than hating Tim is shit talking other people with Tim. That form of contempt is how siblings bond and I will just say, surprisingly I love bonding with Tim even more than I love terrorizing Tim

Tim: aww, I didn't know we were that close

Jason, panicking cause he doesn't wanna ruin their dynamic: *punches Tim in the gut and runs out*

Tim, shouting after him: You can't take it back now, you ass

Jason: *turns around while running to give Tim the middle finger*

#dick really wants to bond with jason by shittalking people but jason refuses to let that happen #dick starts showing up wherever Jason is to start shit talking people with him so jason is just quiet until he looks over at dick and goes #'I cant wait to tell Tim about this' and dick is just like 'NO DONT SHIT TALK ABOUT ME TO TIM'#cause like half of shit talking other people with siblings is just shit talking about another family member #one time Dick walks in on Tim and Jason shit talking someone and it's like those scenes in soap operas where the person was just cheated on #dick just sees being the 'most brother-like brother' to his brothers as being the favorite and he really wants to be the favorite #but he is trying too hard so the others are just like nah its something that is just spontaneously formed you can't force it #tim drake #jason todd #dick grayson #bruce wayne #incorrect batfamily quotes #batkids #batfam #bat family #stephanie brown

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mellsbell · 4 months

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was it just me or did fandom exposure completely convince me that essek was supposed to be this shy awkward wizard man who felt more comfortable being grumpy and quiet than being around anyone and i just reached ep 62 and just?? who is this guy being all smug and sexy with his little shoulder-sway swagger and cocky smiles

when this is the face matt does right when essek offers to teach caleb some dunamancy.

ser, i am intrigued.

#critical role #mighty nein #essek thelyss #caleb widogast #i sweat you guys are simping for him so hard it's impossible not to get spoilery and i love it but damn #cant wait to see where this goes #shadowgast

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spookberry · 5 months

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when folks turn danny into ebony darkness dementia ravenway

"No longer did he wear the dorky tshirts and jeans, no hed grown wise to the world and now had the punk goth wardrobe to match. Now he wore ripped black pants and a spiked leather jacket, he had his fingernails painted black and more rings and piercings than you could count. Traded in his converse for well worn black boots. Not to mention his death had began seeping into his human form too and white streaks littered his hair."

Like okay, Slay

#they do this to phantom #its very fun #danny phantom #i LOVE the OCification of danny in some fanfics like #youve made him unrecognizable i cant wait to see where this all goes #like ebony in the over explanation of what he looks like and what hes wearing at the most random of moments #and also all the edge #personally im a fan of danny just kinda always looking like Some Guy but this is cool too

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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 8 months

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heya, i have to wake up in three hours but! here's another lil human au snippet! ft. lightly implied Laughingstock! disclaimer i am so so tired so don't come at me for typos or strangely worded sentences or missing info <3

Before heading home, Eddie swings by a charming little store he’s been to once or twice before. He usually goes to the chain store by his house, but he doesn’t feel like dealing with the hustle and bustle and the endless aisles. This little store is quiet, nice, and strangely has everything anyone could need.

The lot is mostly empty at this hour, so Eddie claims a spot right at the front. As with the other times, the windows are littered with displays and stickers - half off on this, sale on that. Eddie enters Howdy’s Place with the chime of the door’s shopkeeper’s bell. He’ll get what he needs and get out, quick and easy and peacefu-

Boisterous laughter slams into Eddie like a hammer, so sudden that he jumps in place. An employee stocking cans nearby glances weirdly at him. Eddie clears his throat and hurries into the nearest aisle as the laughter tapers off. The silence barely lasts a second before loud chatter starts up. It’s too fast and muffled for Eddie to understand, but he can pick out two distinct voices - one deep, one less so but still decidedly masculine.

Eddie tries to tune it out as he gathers what he needs. Toothpaste, some paper towels, shampoo. For the hell of it, he nabs a box of classic bran muffins from the spacious food section. He lingers for a moment, enjoying how far-away the conversation seems at the other corner of the store. Unfortunately, theft is illegal, so Eddie is forced to move towards the noise.

A strange thing about the store - it’s a combination general store, antique shop, and diner, complete with a miniature gift shop separating the two. One long checkout counter stretches from the open store area, behind the gift shop, and into the diner, where the conversation is coming from. An interesting setup, but an understandable one. It allows anyone behind the counter to move fluidly between customers and sections.

As Eddie approaches, the conversation becomes slightly clearer.

“-said, no wonder you didn’t get her number!” the deeper voice barks, and the two dissolve into that almost-too-loud laughter again.

As it tapers off, the other voice says, “Sounds like a real charmer! But really, you oughta be careful, Barn. One of these days someone’s gonna throw a right hook at ya.”

Eddie’s eyebrows shoot up. A transatlantic accent? He hasn’t heard that anywhere outside of real old movies and a queen he once knew. It sounds natural too, like the man was born to sound like he belongs on a 1920s radio show. It nudges something in the back of Eddie’s mind. He’s started to get really sick of that nudge.

“Oh, this guy did.”

“No kidding? I don’t see a shiner.”

“Well, yeah. I went left.”

Both of them laugh again, and Eddie feels a tiny tug at the corner of his mouth. That wasn’t funny enough to garner an actual laugh in his opinion, but it wasn’t unfunny.

Eddie steps up to the counter and quietly puts his acquired items on it, not wanting to interrupt. He chances a glance to the side - walking space in front of the counter’s length lets him see right down into the diner.

A large man with dyed-blue hair and an interesting fashion sense is at the bar, talking to an employee leaning against the other side. The employee doesn’t really catch Eddie’s gaze, but the other man… Eddie swears he’s seen him before. He studies him from the corner of his eye, not wanting to be rude but unable to mind his business.

“Our bouncer didn’t even get a chance at the action - the idiot knocked himself out tryin’ a second swing!” The customer says. His deep voice, wavering with humor, only adds to the sense of familiarity. Metal glints in his right ear. Eddie knows this man from somewhere.

The employee shakes his head, tutting. His busy hands polish a vintage pitcher. “I swear, you get all the crazies.”

“Makes for a good story, though.” The customer takes a sip from his tall milkshake and scoffs. “Though if it wasn’t all well-ending, amusing bull, I doubt I’d be so tolerant.”

Minutes drag by as the two keep talking. Eddie goes from patiently waiting to awkwardly trying to get the employees attention. If only there was someone else behind the counter, but the only other staff member is elsewhere, likely still stocking shelves.

The two men are too absorbed in their little world, even though both are facing Eddie’s way. The customer has both elbows on the counter, one of them bent to prop up his chin. The employee has his hip leaned against the edge as they chat. They’re obviously very familiar with each other, and clearly deeply enjoy each other's company.

Still - and Eddie is sorry to say, but it’s bad customer service. He’s not in a rush, but he’d still like to be on his way home. He could be fishing out the complex keys right now. He checks his phone - he’s been here for nearly fifteen minutes. Picking out the items took less than five.

Eddie sighs, staring at the various cigarette packs displayed behind the counter. He’s never seen the appeal in smoking, but as the laughter starts up again, he almost wishes he did. He’s going to treat himself to a very long shower once he gets home.

The store’s other employee walks behind the counter, carrying a box. Eddie lights up. Finally - she pointedly clears her throat and heads into the back.

The constant conversation stalls for the barest moment, and he looks over. The customer grins at him for a second - lord he’s handsome - before turning that grin towards his friend.

“You’re losin’ your touch, Howds,” he teases, bringing his shake straw to his lips.

“I resent that statement. You’re just distracting.”

“Lil’ me? Distracting? C’mon, you can just tell me I’m pretty to my face. I’ll take it like a champ, I swear!”

“Ha, good try.” The employee sets the pitcher down and starts to mosey in Eddie’s direction. “Your ego is big enough for the both of us as is. One more compliment and your head’ll pop like a balloon.”

“Well, given that most balloons don’t really pop, they just kinda deflate slowly-”

“Sorry for the wait!” the employee says loudly in a glaringly obvious customer service tone. He stops in front of Eddie with a cardboard smile. At the other end of the counter, the familiar man snickers and hides his grin behind his drink. “I trust you found everything you did - and didn’t! - need.”

Eddie just stares up at him for a moment. At six-one, Eddie hasn’t felt small in a very long time. He usually stands at least a full inch above other people. This employee - Howdy, his name tag states - has several more on him.

“Uh, y-yes, I uh, I did,” Eddie stammers, glancing at his items.

“Wonderful! And again, my sincerest apologies for the delay. My friend makes a game out of keeping me from my job.” Howdy shoots his ‘friend’ a glare with enough heat in it to make an ice cube sweat.

“No worries.”

Howdy scans the items at an almost frightening speed. Beep, into a paper bag. Beep, in. Beep, beep - “Oh, no.”

“What?” Eddie says, dread plucking at his ribs as Howdy holds the bran muffins and shakes his head. “Is there somethin’ wrong?”

“Indeed there is! You’re making a mistake with these. They’re absolutely horrible, I tell ya - and bad for you, too!” Howdy tuts and puts the box to the side. “No, no, you don’t want those.”

“I… don’t?”

“Not if you knew better! Lucky for you, I’m here to set you straight. What you need is-” he snaps his fingers, “Barnaby, be a pal and-”

“Already on it,” ‘Barnaby’ says, appearing next to Eddie.

If Eddie weren’t already paralyzed, he’d jump right out of his skin from how Barnaby towers over him. He has to be a scant inch or so shorter than Howdy, but he still makes Eddie feel tiny. Unfortunately, Barnaby is even more handsome up close.

“Here ya go.” Barnaby hands a plastic container to Howdy and taps it, smiling lazily down at Eddie. “I’d take his advice on this one. Those bran-named muffins may sound fancy, but they’re pretty crumby! You want muffins of quality. Real breadwinners!

Eddie can’t help a soft laugh. “Breadwinners, heh, that’s a good one.”

“Are you selling these or am I?” Howdy says, raising a bushy eyebrow.

“Hey, I’m just doin’ what you asked! I’m bein’ a pal.”

“And I - I’m sorry," Eddie interjects, "but you’re awfully familiar. Do I know you from somewhere?”

“Eh, I’ve been around, but uh… you ever been to [INSERT GAY BAR NAME HERE]?”

Howdy clears his throat. “I’m trying to make a sale here, Barn. You can flirt on your own dime when you’re not costing me mine.”

“Didja know your nose gets redder when you’re jealous?”

Howdy rolls his eyes and shoves Barnaby in the diner’s direction. Barnaby goes with a hearty snicker. Despite the joke, Eddie thinks it has some merit as Howdy scans the final item and rings him up, considerably frostier than before.

Belatedly, Eddie realizes that he didn’t actually agree to the different muffins. Too late now. “Say, what kind of muffins are those?”

“Poppyseed-lemon.”

Eddie relaxes - that is a lot better than boring bran. “Y’know, my mother loved poppyseed-lemon muffins.”

“Did she now,” Howdy drawls.

“Like you wouldn’t believe! If baking was so much as mentioned, she’d jump right on houndin’ us to whip some up for her, or send us to go buy some. We’d never even get a taste! They’d be gone the moment they hit the air, I tell ya.” Eddie chuckles. “Took me a while to understand what all the fuss is about, but man was she right. They are good!”

“Uh-huh. Well, we have a fresh batch delivered every morning. They’re not the same type every time, mind you, but I can promise that they’re all of the highest quality.”

“Breadwinners, right?” Eddie jokes. Howdy doesn’t blink, but Barnaby snorts. He’ll take it. “I might have to come by more often, if that’s the case! Thank you kindly, sir.”

“Mhm, have a good day.” Howdy hands him the bag and strides away without a glance. The dismissal is clear as day. “Say, Barn, did you hear about the racket one of those cult crackpots stirred up at our dear friend’s tearoom?”

Eddie doesn’t catch the tail-end of the sentence as he hurries away, but he frowns. Cult? What cult? There’s a cult? He certainly didn’t hear of one before moving here, and none of his background checks had turned up anything of the sort. He hopes it was just a figure of speech.

The door chimes again as Eddie leaves. It isn’t until he’s in his car that the embarrassment of that whole exchange catches up with him. If he had a nickel for every time he’d made a fool of himself in front of a gorgeous, strangely familiar man, he’d have three nickels. At the rate he’s going, he’ll either be rich, or he’ll have to move.

Eddie subtly tries to peek around the store’s window displays from the safety of his car. He catches a scant glimpse of blue hair - come to think of it, it’s a similar shade to Wally’s. But where Wally’s had, to Eddie’s memory, been uniformly dyed right down to his eyebrows, Barnaby’s rich brown roots were obvious. His beard and eyebrows weren’t dyed, either.

As Eddie relaxes back into his seat, he re-reads at the store’s name. The color drains from his face and he barely restrains himself from slamming his forehead against the steering wheel.

Oh, of course. Of course he made a fool of himself in front of the owner. Eddie can never come back here again. And it was such a nice store…

#wait wym this is almost 2k words what the Fuck!#ok! the writing gods blessed me tonight i guess!#anyway slight context -#in my mind there's a whole Plot and stuff for this au #where it starts off with eddie running into The Group™️ and meeting them mostly separately #before they all meet up and go 'hey yeah you guys ran into eddie from high school too? cool. he's ours now'#and forcibly drag eddie into their little Circle #wh modern human au #snippets from the bog #also sorry about the [INSERT GAY BAR NAME HERE] lmfao i cant come up with one atm #i want it to be wh-related and Clever #but i am not very clever on a good day and this has been a bad one! and again! im tired!#i. dont know how to tag this. whatever! if you see it you see it!#ok im going to sleep. for a whopping three hours before my alarm goes off. *less than three. Sigh.#i always do this! its like 'oh i have to wake up early tomorrow! lets not sleep at all! im feeling so creative!'#gonna go think about this au's laughingstock as i drift to sleep #FOR THREE. HOURS.#have i mentioned the three hours????

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beaulesbian · 1 month

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[one piece 1111 spoilers]

these differences in the unofficial vs official translations are sooo interesting!

first thing that caught my attention was the line that the mars gorosei said to rob lucci about insects,

tbh i liked this unofficial translation better "it is hard to single out a lone insect, when you're exterminating the hive!"

vs the official (that gorosei's reply doesn't hit as hard as the unofficial, and even rob lucci begging about kaku seem more polite yet determined in the unofficial):

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but then there was this much bigger change:

unofficial version, where warcury says to dorry and broggy who are protecting luffy: "what quirk of destiny ties you together?"

but in the official it's completely different, with "we have much to settle with your kind"

which really sets a different tone and possibly how the gorosei view the giants in general. (especially when imu has that giant straw hat hidden, but we don't know if even the gorosei are aware of that) :

(and i also like better the usage of the word friend (of luffy's), here)

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a change i liked better in the official version also follows on next page with saturn,

in the unofficial he says "if's that's where you stand, we will have to erase you..." (in context of being luffy's friends/allies).

but the official translation (i feel) adds even more depth to it, with "he must be crushed before you call him something else!"

this is really fun, because it just shows that the giants know about sun god nika, (they even said that luffy looks just like the description of that legend, but luffy of course doesn't know/understand), but mostly luffy is their friend! they're there to save their friend! luffy!

and there's almost this desperation the gorosei are starting to show in really wanting to crush luffy and whoever knows about his real powers and the sun god nika connections.

it really seems to go into the final stage of this arc with very angry gorosei while the strawhats are gonna try to escape!

and lastly, the very last panel, where the unofficial version in this case seem to convey much more emotions in how this iron giant regards joyboy.

official vs unofficial

#one piece #one piece spoilers #one piece 1111 #mine #gif:op manga #i just love these details and differences #gif:op meta #this is only like 3rd chapter im completely caught up on with the manga so im having fun nitpicking and theorizing #im sure i will move on from it soon (especially given the longer break before next chapter)#its just fun. cant wait to see where this all goes #one piece ch 1111 #egghead arc #egghead spoilers #long post #rob lucci #dorry and brogy #monkey d. luffy #gorosei #the iron giant

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ellieloves2draw · 2 years

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“everything the light touches is mine!”

“everything the light touches is yours.”

(ID: bdubs and ren from hermitcraft season 9. they are standing with their backs turned to the camera on the balcony of ren’s throne room, next to the gap in the iron bars. ren is on the left. he’s holding the tall bar with his left hand and pointing at himself with his right hand. his face is mostly hidden by his hair. bdubs is on the right. he’s sitting balanced on the bars and is holding himself up with the tall bar. he is smiling with his mouth open at ren. his moss cloak is casting a shadow over his eyes. end ID.)

#hermitcraft #rendog #bdubs #ellie loves to draw #this moment was really clear in my mind and i had to draw it #cant wait to see where this plotline goes :]

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sweet-potato-42 · 2 months

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erm we need to cancel tubbo he firebombed my house (the tubbling communtiy) and hes a horrible human being

#tubbo #(it was awesome hes so good at lore and rp its great. I cant wait to see where it goes)#qsmp tubbo

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oopsallwhimsy · 2 months

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Thanks again to everyone who voted in that poll! It's time for me to share with you my

✨Trolls Warrior Cat Au✨

I've seen idea drawings of this but couldn't find a full on au (would love to see if anyone does have a version!) so I'm taking it into my own paws ÙwÚ

I've got a bunch of ideas in mind, but for now here's the designs for Poppysong and Branchkit! Alternate image with Branchkit's 'true colors' and some more info below the cut :3

After escaping the Bergens (who are dogs in this au), the cats find a new home in a densely packed forest. This particular clan is called Rainbowclan! Branchkit, after losing his grandmother, decides to stay apart from the clan, picking an old badgers burrow for his new home near the edge of the territory and training himself to survive. Rainbowclans softness was the last choice for him. Poppysong however refuses to give up trying to get the tom to rejoin the clan. It takes the cats getting a bit too comfortable for a stray Bergen Dog to track down their loosely made camp and steal away some of the cats. Despite Pepperstar's warnings, Poppysong (and a reluctant Branchkit) head out to try and rescue their friends in the Great Rescue. It's mostly the same plot as the movie, but now they're kitties!